I smacked my forehead with my palm. “I forgot to look through the peephole. Logan’s gonna to be so, so mad at me. Lemme do this again,” I said, slurring a little, and slammed the door closed. I struggled to get my eye to line up with the peephole. “It’s still Knox,” I mumbled to myself and snorted. “I don’t wanna talk to you. I’m not home,” I yelled through the door before pushing off of it and heading toward the kitchen.
